man sanctified in death row vest

Chapter 272 Fuxing Monk (4400 words)
The bathtub is neither spacious nor crowded.

The two are just right.

Fengbei and Zhengxiu have been husband and wife in the painting for ten years, and they meet each other frankly again, staring at each other with big eyes and small eyes.

Zheng Xiu hesitated and explained: "I just want you to read something."

Fengbei didn't dodge, and asked calmly, "What are you looking at?"

"I just entered the rift, whoosh, my whole body is glowing, very bright, very bright light, in every possible way will not break the glass body!" Zheng Xiu's eyes lit up when he mentioned the new skill, and he became excited again.

Fengbei secretly thought it was funny.

For a moment, she thought that Zheng Xiu was looking for a lame excuse.

But the way the man is making excuses at this time makes Fengbei feel very cute.

The last time she overreacted and kicked the pony Zheng Xiu out of the room, making Fengbei secretly blame herself for a while.

Who would have guessed that anyone would enjoy getting their head out of the tub.

This time, Fengbei held back and silently handed a piece of soap to Zheng Xiu.

Zheng Xiu was stunned at first, and then took it with pleasure.

Zheng Xiu didn't dare to pick up other people's soap, but he could ask for a few more pieces of soap from Fengbei.

Although this is just a small piece of soap, a small step for the soap to slide out is a big step for the relationship between the two.

With the sound of water gurgling, Feng Bei leisurely took warm water and poured it on his body. As he poured it, Feng Bei's whole body trembled, and his movements stopped.

Zheng Xiu coughed twice: "Ma'am, you... have neglected to take care of yourself!"

Fengbei was dumbfounded, he clamped his legs and didn't realize it for a while: "What comb and groom?"

"Your beard, ahem, pricks your hands."

Most afraid of the air suddenly quiet.

For a moment, Fengbei didn't respond.

She stayed in the bathtub expressionlessly, and took a few breaths before she smiled.

boom!
A figure broke through several walls in a row and flew out in the middle of the night.

At night, there was another commotion of "there are assassins" in the Red Prince's Mansion, causing a commotion.

Finally, Zheng Xiu got up from the ground calmly, brushed his wet hair back, and walked back to his room with his head held high.Such a demeanor dispelled everyone's doubts about "there are assassins", and they returned to their respective positions, leaving behind a feeling of "the red king can play".

Qing Shisan remained motionless on the roof, listening to the children's movements, he sneered, "Hey! What a fuss!"

Have you ever seen the Red King fighting?
There are more intense ones than this.

Can strangers fight like ordinary people?

The stranger is proficient in thaumaturgy, and once the thaumaturgy is disturbed, it will shake the world and weep ghosts and gods at every turn. Wouldn't it be common for a house to be broken and a bed board to collapse.

With him in charge of the Red Prince's Mansion, there would be no accidents.

Qing Shisan felt lonely in the wind, touched the pole on his waist, looked in the direction of Ji Hongou's house, and couldn't help feeling: "It's nice to be young."

When Zheng Xiu returned to the room, he secretly reflected.

It may be because he has always treated Fengbei like an "old husband and wife", but although Fengbei has rich experience, she is still a very old girl. Some interactions are too exciting for her now. some.

After changing his clothes, Zheng Xiu opened the rift again, still unsatisfied.

This time he aimed at [Monk Station].

[Monk Station] is still on the road, nearly a thousand miles away outside the province.

In the empty room, Zheng Xiu did the same thing again, tearing a twisted crack in front of him with ease.

Projecting Zheng E, as soon as he stepped into the crack, the foul smell rushed in, and the white light that emerged from his body kept the foul smell out of his body.

Nothing invades, the glass is not broken, Zheng Xiu hovers and flies in the filth, laughing unscrupulously.In the past, there was no deep taboo against Chang An's filth, but now he likes to watch this filth trying to invade him, but he can't help himself in his embarrassment.

This time, Zheng Xiu flew very slowly, looked around, and looked at the scenery in the path.

"Consciousness falling into the Bund, and physical body entering the Bund are two completely different situations."

"Consciousness sinking into the Bund is the road to promotion. Behind the doors is an unknown ability."

"But it's the same Bund, why are there different views?"

In the crack, the mist on both sides is like a layer of walls that are difficult to break through, squeezing towards the center, showing a "road" shape ahead.There is no end to the front and back, and there is no concept of space, time, or direction here. No matter whether Zheng Xiu flies backwards, forwards, or obliquely, the scenery in front of him will not change in any way.

"That's right, Maomao said that what we call 'gateway' is what it calls 'The Bund'."

"It stands to reason that the way to be promoted should be the same place as the 'Bund' I am walking on now."

"Whether it's consciousness or physical body, they should all reach the same place."

"Will it be because of..."

Zheng Xiu remembered the suffocating and frightening "feeling of falling" when he fell into the doorway, and suddenly realized: "The doorway for promotion is here... deeper?"

Next time I have to bring the cat in and let it take a look.

Based on Mao Mao's mysterious origin, even without a glazed body, it should be able to fear the environment here.

If the anchor point is not set in advance, it is very easy to get lost in the Bund.Zheng Xiu even doubted that if he broke into the void at will, would he possibly enter other bunds by mistake?
There are countless thaumaturges in the world who practice the same method. Do they share the same bund?Still independent?

One question after another appeared in Zheng Xiu's mind.

For Zheng Xiu, the scene of the Bund in front of him is like "the reality of the world", mysterious and full of indescribable attraction, so he can't help but continue to explore.

Approaching the edge of the Bund, Zheng Xiu looked at his hand, which exuded a hazy precious light and was as white as suet, his confidence soared, and he plunged into the dense fog with all his strength.

A terrifying elastic force squeezed Zheng Xiu's hand back, and he felt terrible resistance.

Zheng Xiu was not surprised by this, nodded, and gave up the plan to break through from here to the outside.

Since he called this place a "crack", it means that there is a "boundary", and now Zheng Xiu can only rely on the "post station" to pass through the various bunds through the cracks, and he cannot pass unimpeded.

Behind the dense fog, is there always darkness?

This doubt gradually turned into a strong determination in Zheng Xiu's heart. He was almost sure that behind the thick fog was the ever-darkness.

"Speaking of which, Maomao calls the doorway the 'Bund'. The scenery in this dark place is not a piece of 'sea', right?"

While Zheng Xiu was thinking, he soon found the exit leading directly to the Monk Station.

Tear!

Entering the distortion, the space in front of you is like a kaleidoscope, and the grotesque color blocks are divided, making people dazzled.

"Boom~"

Whoa!
Just as Zheng Xiu stepped out of the crack, the sound of torrential rain came from his ears.

Tick ​​tock tick tock.

The sound of water dripping in the house, a figure squatted vigilantly in the corner, holding a wooden stick, looking at him nervously, his head was slippery and shiny.

"Monk?"

"Big brother?"

In the ruined temple, the two brothers reunited after several months of absence.

The monk was filthy all over, with holes in his robe and holes in it, and the straw sandals under his feet were already tattered, barely hanging on his heels, and his toes were full of calluses that had been worn out and healed.

On the bonfire, a broken pot was boiling hot water, and the monk gave Zheng Xiu a bowl with a chipped broken bowl. There were sporadic leaves of wild vegetables floating in it, which were very green.This seems to be the monk's dinner, not even a little bit of oil.

Zheng Xiu stared dumbfounded at the bowl of wild vegetable soup: "You just eat this?"

The monk rubbed his head in embarrassment, and smiled straight: "Brother Zheng, don't think there are many leaves, the soup is sweet."

Zheng Xiu looked at the surrounding environment.

The ruined temple leaked wind and dripped water, and it was raining heavily outside. The corner where the monk squatted happened to have tiles covering his head, so he couldn't get wet.Puddles of puddles had already accumulated in the temple, if the rain was heavier, the monk's land would be flooded after a while.

Zheng Xiu took a sip, his face turned blue from the wild vegetable soup, but he swallowed it anyway, to save the monk.Recently, I have eaten delicacies from mountains and seas, and this supper will be used as a stomach clearer.

In the escape life before Cannibal Painting, the monk had seen Zheng Xiu's ability of "mind wandering", so he was not surprised that Zheng Xiu was so elusive.But what he didn't know was that Zheng Xiu's real body appeared now, which was slightly different from the usual way of "incarnation and mind wandering".

The monk didn't ask, and Zheng Xiu didn't bother to explain.He drank two bowls in one gulp, let alone, eating too much fish and meat, drinking some clear soup with little water, it really tastes special.Zheng Xiu asked casually, "Where's your horse?"

The monk was taken aback: "What horse?"

Zheng Xiu glared at the monk: "I said, why do you walk so slowly! You can't." Zheng Xiu couldn't laugh or cry: "You can walk such a long distance with only one pair of feet?"

The monk heard the words and understood.He smiled slightly, clasped his hands together, and said happily: "This is the way of the monk."

Ascetic, ascetic, ascetic.As an ascetic monk, the monk has encountered many things, even his personality was almost taken away by the sub-personality, which can indeed be called a "bitter".However, when others cultivate ascetic monks, they are gritting their teeth and enduring hardships, but monks seem to enjoy it.After thinking about it for a while, Zheng Xiu understood what the monk was thinking. He looked at the bald head and remembered that there was a ghost named "Qixin Town" in the monk's head, so he wondered if he should find a chance to go in and have a look.

But how can ghosts appear in people's heads?

If he was not familiar with the monk before, just enter.Now he and the monk have become close friends, but Zheng Xiu is restrained and dare not act rashly.People's brains can't be messed up, what if after going in and tossing around, the monk is made stupid?

Zheng Xiu was drinking the wild vegetable soup, and suddenly he remembered the words that Sun Erming, the knife creditor, said, "When Zheng Shan kills his best friend with his own hands, I will personally come to get the money for the knife."

Master draftsman, shouldn't that be what he was talking about?Zheng Xiu's heart was shocked. Could it be that he hastily entered "Qixin Town" and would kill the monk?
Although there was little wild vegetable soup, it made the two of them a lot warmer.By the light of the fire, the monk happily told Zheng Xiu what he had seen and heard along the way, and Zheng Xiu listened intently.

For the monk, his life actually started in Jiangjun Town.For more than 20 years, the personality of "Fan Yao" has been occupying his body.Until Fan Yao was taken away by Chang An as "Lou Mengkong" in the world in the painting...

"Fan Yao is really dead?" Zheng Xiu thought of Fan Yao, and suddenly interrupted to ask.

"The little monk can't hear his voice anymore." The monk replied leisurely. Suddenly, the monk's face changed, and he became a little more mischievous.

In the blink of an eye, the monk changed his face again, his eyes looked forward to Hanchun, his tenderness was like water, and his moist eyes glanced at Zheng Xiu: "My family likes such a loving and righteous man the most."

After a moment, the monk's face was ferocious, and he glared angrily: "Get out of your way, you want to get angry and go away! Don't beep here!"

Zheng Xiu put down the bowl calmly.For those who don't know, it rains and desolates the temple, and the monk is abnormal. This is obviously a ghost story that you like to hear.But Zheng Xiu knew that "others" lived in the monk's heart. He looked at the "thug" who appeared at the end, and said with a smile: "Stop arguing, now is a rare time for me and the monk to reminisce. Brothers and sisters, please save face Monk come out."

"Hehe, this man is well-educated and well-spoken. This old man admires such a young guy the most. Let's all give him a face and don't run around."

The monk put on a benevolent face again.

Look, isn't this face change better than Jun Buxiao's change?

"Hey hey hey!"

"Hee hee hee!"

"Hey!"

Several lively personalities smiled on the monk's face and disappeared.

The monk scratched his head in puzzlement. He remembered what happened just now, and lowered his head with a smile: "I made big brother laugh."

"Speaking of which," Zheng Xiu looked at the monk, he thought of the monk's story, he was a little puzzled: "Have you ever thought about why the master taught you 'Mind Zen'?"

Zheng Xiu has a guess.Waiting for the master is Xie Yunliu, Xie Yunliu has experienced that period of time, he knows what cannibal painting is.He taught the monk Xin Zen, and he handed over the painting. Did he expect that one day, Gongsun Mo would "resurrect" in this way?Waiting for the master to look forward to the reunion with Gongsun Mo after a lifetime, but he was suffering from conscience and couldn't bear to hurt the monk, so he hesitated?Waiting for the master to hope that someone who inherits Gongsun Mo's will will appear, who can complete the unfinished business of Gongsun Mo and bring Xie Luohe back from the dark place?

"It's okay." The monk has been sorting out the relics of the masters these days, and he has long since let go of this. He smiled lightly, and said "It's okay" as if he had learned Fengbei's mantra, but he expressed his own taste, everything is in the future. In the words.

"That's right, Brother Zheng, wait for Master's head, I brought it back."

Mentioning Master Waiting, the monk's heart moved, he got up and wanted to go to the luggage not far away, and took out the head of Master Waiting for Zheng Xiu to have a look.

Call ~
As the monk moved, he inexplicably felt tingling pain between his brows, and something was about to come out.Zheng Xiu endured the discomfort on his forehead. Before the monk had been sitting, Zheng Xiu didn't pay attention. When the monk stood up, Zheng Xiu discovered that there was a hemp rope as thick as a thumb tied to the monk's foot, which was connected to the luggage.

Tuk Tuk Tuk!
The monk's luggage suddenly started to move, and something ran wildly in the luggage.

"Crap!"

The monk's complexion changed, and he slapped his bald head: "Young monk almost forgot about that crap!"

Chill!

Zheng Xiu's forehead was cut open, and a twenty-sided dice emerged strangely, spinning in mid-air.With the sound of the bones, the bones of Zheng Xiu's arms changed their shapes in severe pain, and in the blink of an eye they turned into two bone chains, stabbing towards the luggage.

The atmosphere of reminiscing about the past was tense and exciting in an instant, Zheng Xiu suddenly got up, and with a click, the end of the chain pierced into the bag, as if something was buckled.

Zheng Xiu stared fixedly at the restless luggage, panting and asked, "What else are you hiding inside?"

The monk looked confused: "It's nothing, just one...foot."

foot? ? ? ?

As soon as the monk finished speaking, a skinny sole, tied tightly by the hemp rope, was pulled hard, and the monk was pulled to the ground, and a dog gnawed it.Black mist as flexible as tentacles spewed out from the broken part of that foot, stepped on the pillars of the ruined temple and jumped up to the beam of the temple, trying to escape from the opening of the roof, but was firmly held by Zheng Xiu's two chains , the chain was pulled stiff instantly.

Zheng Xiu looked at the peculiarly shaped "sole" and was taken aback for a moment, then ecstatically.

It's a monster!
At this moment, Zheng Xiu felt like being hit on the head by an iron pie falling from the sky.

The luck of [Monk Station] is "the lucky star shines brightly".

Looking at it now, it really is a lucky star!

At this time, Zheng Xiu could no longer care about the double-edged sword attribute of the monsters. As long as they were not orchids, Zheng Xiu could accept other monsters.When the meat comes to your mouth, you have to see what kind of meat it is.

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